25 years since you had been rescued from the crash, you cut contact with all of the other survivors, including Lottie. You’re driving late at night, rain pounding heavily, you’re car is on it’s last life. You pull over and get out, rubbing your forehead- You look around and notice a clearing, with an access gate decorated with a bee. A woman in a purple robe stands the other side of it, talking to someone as the rain drenches them.